Dont step upon the cracks

On that footpath where I walk  
the pavement and the road ahead    
some steps are long, some are short    
I lay that map within my head    
    
I have that crazy paving gait    
the fissures black, dictate the way    
malevolence, the undertow in wait    
just one false step, halt that convey    
     
No luck will ever me befall, no Holy Grail    
no crock of gold on rainbows tail    
just to survive and onward stroll    
 as Hades hands grasp at my soles        
     
I will be attacked by trolls    
writhing, screaming, none can hear    
and dragged into big black potholes    
no trace, as I just disappear    
   
The devil needs new girls and boys
to dress in red and be his toys
and humour him when he gets bored
I do not lie you must take my word